Fandom: Dr. Who
Characters: Any Doctor and Companion
Prompt: #38, Touch
Word Count: 113
Author's Notes: Characters belong to the BBC. I will put them back when I'm done.
Usually, she had just taken his hand, and he had pulled her to safety. All she could remember now was that his hands were always warm. Even on the coldest days, she had felt as if she'd put on gloves when their fingers had interlaced.
But she was starting to forget. Had they been smooth, the tide of the years wearing them like rocks on a beach? Or had they been rough and calloused, the signs of nearly a millennium battling evil? Had she really been able to feel every line and every whorl?
Now, this other man, this new Doctor, was offering her his hand. Hesitantly, she took it.
It was warm.